Days are passing, weeks are countednTwo weeks, four weeks, six weeks gonenWhere am I now, I'm missing homenBehind locked doors they await my pleanDo they all see through me, do they all know?nnI'm sending this message to allnHoping sometime it will reach a shorenSomeone to find, bring back hopenI will wait - cold and forlornnnDoes it matter where we arenIn an orphan home, or in a mansion of goldnAll these people with no place to call homenToo bad no one caresnWho decides where the journey startsnnA tidal wave will bring me safe awaynUntil I reach a distant shorenI've been away for a long time nownNo one is waiting for me I knownTime will erase all my darkest dreamsnI'm still counting daysnnI'm sending this message to allnHoping sometime it will reach a shorenSomeone to find, bring back hopenI will wait - cold and forlornnnDoes it matter where we arenIn an orphan home, or in a mansion of goldnAll these people with no place to call homenToo bad no one caresnWho decides where the journey startsnnDays are passing, weeks are countednTwo weeks, four weeks, six weeks gonenWhere am I now, I'm missing homenBehind locked doors they await my pleanDo they all see through me, do they all know?nNo one is waiting for me, I know...nnIt's all going to get better nownFool's paradise - the promised fieldsnThinking positive, not the oppositenAfter the tide, a new dawn will risennIt's all going to get better nownThe beholder comes, to clear my headnThinking positive, not the oppositenSix feet under, the end to it all will comennI'm sending this message to allnHoping sometime it will reach a shorenSomeone to find, bring back hopenI will wait - cold and forlornnnDoes it matter where we arenIn an orphan home, or in a mansion of goldnAll these people with no place to call homenToo bad no one caresnWho decides where the journey starts